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“Hey, Kitt~”

“Mina, I do not want to do any more of your errands! I am busy this weekend! Schera wants to buy physical copies of games due to game company policies becoming unfavorable while Kune wants me to help him get a passport, so people stop mistaking him as a kid!”

“Aww… So does this mean you don't want to meet your good friend R-1? Besides, I’m sure Schera can do that by himself, and we can easily get Kune what he wants.”

“R-1? You're joking…”

“He's been eager to work with you again ever since you left Athltea~ You wouldn't want to leave him hanging, right?”

“Err… F-fine! What do you want?!”

In The Agency’s moon base, Kitt found himself invited by his dear sister to its café where they enjoyed the breathtaking view while sharing coffee together, only for their meet-up to suddenly turn into Mina asking Kitt to participate in another mission across dimensions. This time, however, Kitt had a fair reason to accept, because just as he shot his head back in disappointment, paws on his eyes and sighing in reluctance, a familiar face sat down next to the counter where the two drank.

“Hello, Kitt!”

“Who are you? Wait, that face, that voice, those horns, those reptilian stripes, those letters and numbers on your jaw! R-1?!”

“Hehe! Yes, it’s me!”

“But you were a giant dinosaur! How is this possible? Unless this is kind of like a mini version of yourself that you’re controlling?”

“Mhm, I guess you could say that. Your friends made me a smaller body with the resources shared by Drac Tech after our successful week-long hunt, making this robot doll for me to control and use in smaller spaces without, you know, wrecking everything when I turn. My original body is back home, and so I have implanted a bit of my nano goo to control this doll.”

“I see! Does this mean we’ll work together again?!”

“I don’t know~ Maybe ask your sister~”

Kitt excitedly turned to Mina with Mina only giving a happy nod to her brother as the excited cat immediately held R-1’s claws in excitement. They wouldn’t get going immediately but instead, R-1 was served coffee to enjoy so that the PDA could try an original experience while Mina briefed them on their new mission right there.

“Since your plans are relatively simple, I guess I can tell you what your little adventure will be about. Anyways, Drac Tech wants you to pair up with R-1 here again due to your… impressive sperm count~ Ahem! Totally because you’re a very skilled pilot. They want you to investigate a rundown facility of theirs that had collapsed. DDAs or whatever they’re called can’t fit and a proper clean-up crew can’t be dispatched due to the uncertain danger level. It had been a while since they checked up on the facility and since a physical first-hand scouting is more reliable than a remote-controlled one, they decided to have you two check it out.”

“What? Couldn’t they have just deployed more DDAs at the same time?”

“Something about minimizing casualties and noise. They said sending in a huge force when they’re uncertain of the level of threat would be risky.”

“Wait, so they expect me to lose my life?”

“Of course not! That’s why they want you to help again. Don’t worry, I have something to make your exploration easier. I’m not useless, Kitt.”

“But definitely lazy. If Nova was here, he could do it in under a second.”

“I’ve debated doing that, but forcing two dangerous slime creatures to meet would have many uncertain outcomes. What are we going to do if Nova gets corrupted?”

“Oh… I guess that’s reasonable…”

After a bit more back-and-forth questioning about the specifics of Kitt’s mission, the three finished their coffees, with R-1 having an eye-catching way of tasting coffee as his visor opened to show a lewd latex sucker which he used to sip the coffee and process as low-level energy. Once done, Mina handed Kitt a familiar black case along with a bigger metal one that contained his laser rifle and the storage pack to go along with it. Kitt quickly opened the familiar black case, and once he saw the contents, he gave an eager smile to himself before rushing to the café’s bathroom. What was inside was Kitt’s beloved carbon badge which he immediately pinned to his shirt.

The badge then melted into black nano goo which spread throughout his body, melting away his clothes and replacing it with a tight latex suit. Kitt couldn’t believe he was wearing such a wonderful piece again and thoroughly enjoyed the suit as each different part materialized, rubbing his nipples before the armor plates formed and giving his excited rod a hasty stroke before it was covered by plates as well. Like before, the transformation of the latex suit into a protective armor was quick and easy. And this time, Kitt knew how to take off his helmet after his last experience with armor was an uncomfortably moist one.

“I’m back!”

“Ah, Kitt! Your sister had left early as she said she had a meeting to attend and entrusted me with a letter that would let us travel back to my world for our mission. I was also told to give you these special canisters. I don’t recognize the technology, but they seem very primitive. And… you’re wearing such a handsome suit, as usual, Kitt~”

“Aww… Thank you! This is probably an odd thing to say but I’m excited to get into trouble because that means I can wear you again…”

“Let’s hope that it won't come to that, though. But if it does, I will make sure to keep you safe as usual!”

Although their mission was incredibly dangerous, Kitt brushed off any thoughts of doubt that they would fail with the idea of being encased in R-1’s soft latex lining again. But now that Kitt was done suiting up, the two left the moon base’s café, headed to its lobby, and teleported back to the main base of The Agency in the forests of Jerany. From there, Kitt guided R-1 to the operator of the interdimensional travel portal, handing their special note for them to be transported to Athltea. It was a hasty process thanks to the two world’s advanced technology and the two found themselves at Ganymedo-10’s courtyard where R-1’s original body was resting.

“So this is where your original body was?”

“Yup! Unfortunately, I can only control one at a time. We’ll travel to our mission location on foot or claw if we’re getting technical. Let me stow away the little body first before we can ride out.”

The aforementioned mission location was an abandoned facility that bordered the edge of the Callispo Canopy and a swamp. Since the Lumivexes thrived in moist environments, it was easy for them to infest around rainforests, marshes, shores, and other bodies of water. The abandoned facility was located between two wet environments, which was a double-edged sword as it allowed Drac Tech to study Lumivexes as they showed up at their front door. It was also extremely dangerous due to being in between popular infestation spots. The facility eventually fell after an employee was infected and forced many to evacuate Ganymedo-10.

R-1 eventually controlled his smaller self to get in a metal crate before returning control to his original body and carrying it on his lower back. And now that his second body was settled for transport, it was time for Kitt to ride again. Kitt didn’t even need persuasion to get into R-1’s cavity and confidently set his foot in while the protective parts of his armor were stripped away again. The rookie hunter once again found themselves face-to-face with their PDA’s many stimulating tools, but this time, they eagerly accepted each one. The entrance would close up first before the cavity began secreting its blue latex, adhering to Kitt’s suit. Everything felt normal as usual until Kitt felt a solid object form around his neck.

“Wait, what’s this collar? Why do you need to collar me? I-I’m not a pet cat!”

“Hmm? You don’t remember? It’s called a Synolar. It allows our senses to connect and communicate with just our thoughts!”

“I see… Strange that I didn’t realize I was wearing this before…”

“Before I forget, would you like to take control of me? You can experience what it’s like to be a PDA for once~”

“I-I would love to!”

“I know you would~ Then let’s get your body in place so we can start~”

As excited as his throbbing manhood, Kitt stuck his limbs into each of R-1’s slots and wore the pilot mask with little resistance. R-1 would make the appropriate changes as usual like stuffing the cavity with as much sleek rubbery lining to hold Kitt in place before liquid latex oozed from the cavity’s walls to form into tentacles to restrain Kitt’s body further. With Kitt in place, R-1 finished the setup by introducing Kitt to stimulation, extending the latex sleeve of his slit to latch onto Kitt’s crotch, allowing the cat’s cock to be ready for efficient extraction as well as opening the rectum for insertion.

“(To remain focused, I’ll keep the stimulation at a minimum. Is that alright, Kitt?)”

“(N-no problem at all… Wooo~)”

Everything came naturally to Kitt after his week-long experience with the PDA, instinctively relaxing his entire body and accepting the tentacle in his throat and the cock in his ass. Kitt showed resistance to every stimulation, simply taking deep, rubber-scented breaths as he braced for climax. Then, orgasm was reached before Kitt even left the base’s perimeter. But after offering his seed to R-1 for the first time today, he gained a moment of clarity before finding a noticeable shift in control, feeling his tight wet body residing in R-1’s cavity be hit with a gentle breeze, confusing Kitt into “stepping back” and feel the ground beneath him.

“(Did I just feel a gust of wind blow against my face? Are there fans inside of you, R-1? Wait, I feel like my feet are stepping on dirt, but my feet were perfectly clean when I came in!)”

“(It’ll take a while getting used to, but I have given you control of my wonderful body, so, come on, test it out!)”

“(Eh?! I’m controlling you now?)”

Surprised, Kitt reflexively held his head out of shock, finding R-1’s arms moving and scratching his head with the same motion he should have made if his arms weren’t stuck in the PDA’s latex slots. Kitt then thought of turning his body around in confusion to find R-1 turning in response as well. Kitt tried to shake his fluffy tail wrapped in latex and that too caused R-1’s thick raptor tail to sway. Lastly, Kitt’s stamina was slowly replenishing so he tried stiffening his cock which then caused an armor plate underneath R-1 to open, revealing the PDA’s own fleshy root.

“(M-my dick! It feels huge!)”

“(Hehe, is that really what you’ll focus on, Kitt? I mean, I don’t blame you as its size is quite impressive~ Now, shall we head to our destination?)”

“(I’m really going to walk all the way there?)”

“(If you don’t feel like it, then I can always regain control and walk for you.)”

“(No, no, no! This is amazing! I’ll gladly pilot you for real!)”

The indescribable sensation of feeling everything R-1 was feeling hit Kitt’s sense of reality like a truck. He felt everything that R-1 was feeling; every gentle breeze that hit the PDA’s rubbery hide, every small stone pressed under the PDA’s claws, even their Kitt could feel their protective thoughts. Warmth and comfort gently filled Kitt’s mind as he shared mind and body with the kind PDA, leaving him in pleasant bliss as he slowly strode forward, taking each step with subtle force. Kitt could still feel how his body was stimulated from the inside, but it didn’t bother him. He may be hard and showed arousal from R-1’s exposed root, but the pleasure wasn’t distracting enough to stop him from enjoying the true experience of piloting a PDA.

Kitt eventually picked up the pace as he got comfortable, his patient steps shifting into an excited jog before turning into an energetic sprint. Excitement filled Kitt once more, not just what’s below but a genuine rush to enjoy this body to its fullest. R-1 was more than happy to feel Kitt’s joyful thoughts about piloting him, simply standing back and allowing the cat to take their body for a spin, only helping Kitt by displaying their distant destination. And so Kitt ran and leaped across and between the canopy’s trunks and bushes, passing by many imp-class Lumivexes due to how entranced he was from this once-in-a-lifetime experience. Thankfully, Kitt ran too fast to let any Lumivexes pile up and attack him and R-1, eventually stopping when he noticed the nearing figure of the abandoned facility in the distance.

“(Well, Kitt, did you enjoy piloting me?)”

“(I-I’m not even tired! That felt great!)”

“(I’m glad you enjoyed it~ However, it seems that our destination is close, so your little experience will have to end for now.)”

“(That’s alright because I know I can continue on the way back~)”

With their destination in the distance, R-1 seamlessly took back control as they continued forward, returning Kitt’s senses to normal as they once again felt R-1 latex cavity caressing every inch of his body while mild pleasure kept him on his toes. A few minutes later and the two had finally arrived with R-1 putting down the crate that contained his miniature body before opening his cavity for Kitt to exit. The cavity’s tightness quickly loosened up along the latex and R-1’s stimulating tools leaving Kitt’s body, allowing the hunter to stand. After cumming a few times, Kitt did need a tentacle to guide him up, but his legs eventually gained strength to let him stand, being suited up with proper protective gear once he was out.

“Nggahh! A good stretch! Oh! You're piloting your smaller body now!”

“Yup. I hid my original body under that sturdy watchtower. I also covered it with some bushes and branches so it shouldn’t be discovered easily. It should be a good spot to hide it for now. Also, don’t forget about these!”

“Oh? Are these the things my sister left me?”

“Ah, I remember now! These are incendiary grenades! Pardon me for labeling them as primitive…”

“Like, fire grenades? Why would we need that?”

“Lumivexes are weak to heat due to their liquid nature which also explains how your laser rifle works wonders on them.”

“I see… I think you pull the pin and throw, right?”

“Mhm!”

“I hope I don’t drop a live one on accident…”

“Don’t say that because it might come true!”

After preparing themselves, Kitt and R-1 finally took their first step into the abandoned facility's entrance; a giant fenced area where guards would be stationed at watchtowers while DAs roamed freely on the grass. However, due to the abandonment and neglect, everything in the facility's entrance had fallen into ruin; overgrown flora, cracking walls, and crumbling infrastructure were everywhere. With a quick scan, Kitt and R-1 found the outside area to be clear of any Lumivexes so they proceeded inside but were immediately met with the first floor buried in rubble. This would be where R-1’s smaller form came into play as the two were able to crawl through the ruble unlike if R-1 was piloting his original body and wouldn’t be able to enter.

“R-1, do you have a map of this place?”

“Yes, I do. You can look at your tablet for the facility's floor plan. It’s nearly identical to Ganymedo-10 with the only differences being any collapsed floors we might stumble across.”

It’d take a few more minutes of crawling under debris until Kitt and R-1 were able to stand up again, finding themselves in the main pilot training and DA modification area. Rusted machinery to apply armor and modifications to DAs littered the giant room. The area was fortunately lit up by the natural light of the day, allowing Kitt and R-1 to easily scan the room for threats. This time, there were a few imp-class Lumivexes hiding behind machinery and under furniture which the two easily disposed of with their respective tools.

“Ah! Kitt, before we continue, I forgot to mention that with us this deep into dangerous territory, you might want to know more about the higher tiers of the Lumivex.”

“Hmm? What are they?”

“First of all, we have the Imp Class, which were the small blobs we have just killed and the one that attacked you the first time we met. They go straight for the kill, creeping into any open point of someone’s clothes or body to eat them.”

“Yeesh… I’m glad none of them found their way inside of me that day.”

“Next is the Fiend Class. The fiend class has three subclasses, so I’ll mention the first one called Mimics. They usually take the shape of the beasts they ate and use their prey’s appearance to trick unsuspecting persons into becoming their next meal. Their disguise isn’t perfect, however, and they can easily be identified by their reflective body akin to the shine of smooth rubber. But by then, you’re probably too close and will get attacked.”

“I’m guessing it would be a problem in more populated areas they would manage to infiltrate, but if we find one here knowing it’s too dangerous for anyone to make their home, it should be obvious to attack first.”

“I guess you can say that. Second is the Runners. They aren’t bright, but they are very violent. They are the fastest of the three subclasses so you’ll need good reflexes to deal with one. They also take the shape of four-legged animals.”

“Must be careful around them then…”

“Lastly is the Orchestra. This is the rarest subclass, being the smartest, and can command other Lumivex classes. Some have even amassed hordes of Lumivexes to launch coordinated attacks against different research bases and hunting groups.”

“Really? These guys must be a pain to deal with!”

“That’s not all as they can also control the third tier of Lumivexes, the Behemoth class. Behemoth classes are similar to the Runner subclass but retain average intelligence to preserve their prey for longer parasitization. Behemoth classes are stronger and take the form of bigger animals like a rhino or an elephant. There’s also two subclasses, but they’re usually found in more dangerous areas, so I don’t think you need to learn about it for now.”

“Hmm… If I remember the size of elephants correctly, they would be taller than your original body!”

“Now imagine the Mimics, Runners, and Behemoths under the tactical control of an Orchestra… It’ll be a very tough battle!”

R-1’s lengthy yet important briefing of the different Lumivex tiers made Kitt gulp in hesitation as they headed to the second floor. But he held his head high, confident they would complete their mission unscathed with each other’s teamwork. And so they began exploring the second floor of the facility where different kinds of rooms lay to wither away and be taken over by flora. Meeting rooms, office rooms, bathrooms, and armories crumble underneath nature and time, forcing the two to watch their every step. The two did encounter dead ends where the hallways or stairways had collapsed and prevented them from moving forward but R-1 was able to use his powerful legs to kick forge a path through the decaying walls and reach alternative paths. However, this noisy method of exploration would attract the attention of bigger threats on the third floor, and as the two reached the said floor, they immediately found themselves face-to-face with a pack of Runners.

“Gah!”

“Kitt, get ready!”

However, Kitt was not expecting the sudden threat, and before he could raise his rifle, a goat-shaped Runner rammed him against a dilapidated balcony. It was quickly dragged away by its leg and thrown back by R-1 but not before Kitt’s incendiary grenades fell off in the scuffle. His rifle should have fallen off as well if not for the fact it was connected to the storage pack on his back. But after regaining his balance and leaving the unsteady balcony before it collapsed, Kitt focused and raised his rifle at the Runner R-1 threw and stunned, easily eviscerating its body. There were still two Runners left which then charged at the two to avenge their fallen comrade; a wolf-shaped Runner for R-1 and a boar beast Runner for Kitt.

R-1, with his vastly superior combat experience, was able to catch the wolf-shaped Runner by the scruff of its throat before driving his claws into its chest and gutting the creature. The wolf-shaped runner had no organs and only bled black goo. The monster was still alive, albeit squirming in agony as R-1 hadn’t attacked the nervous system of Lumivex directly. But once he changed his grip to hold the creature’s head, he’d drive his hand up through its body, joining his claws and crushing the monster’s head, destroying it in the meantime. Meanwhile, Kitt had made many accurate shots at the boar beast Runner, yet none seemed to slow it down.

“Ahhh! R-1, help!!!”

“Coming!”

Just in the nick of time, R-1 made a powerful dash, catching the Runner by its thin tail and dragging it back, preventing Kitt from being rammed once again.

“Wait, it’s only one-half of the creature!”

“O-oh! It’s dead!”

Unknowingly, the Runner had already lost enough mass to fall limp but was still running towards Kitt. So when R-1 caught up with the creature and tugged on its tail, its entire body fell apart, landing on Kitt’s boots before melting into a shapeless puddle.

“Phew… That was close!”

“Kitt, not to be mean, but you might need training…”

“Ah… I know… I mean, I’m not even supposed to be going on these missions, but I pull through somehow…”

“No worries, I should still be able to protect you. Just don’t intentionally put yourself in front of danger, alright?”

“Of course I won’t!”

With the Runners reduced to puddles, the two siphoned up the creatures before moving forward. Now on the third floor where the most important offices resided. The meeting rooms of the top employees and executives were located here along with where secretive prototypes were developed. The rooms were considerably wider and had tougher security however all had degraded over time like the rest of the facility, allowing easy access to each respective room.

“H-hey, R-1, how many floors are there?”

“There should be four floors; the first, second, third, and the basement floors.”

“After this, we check the basement then?”

“Yup. It should be the last one until we’ve fully assessed the danger level. So far, it seems the threat level is minimal.”

Everything was fairly normal with a little bit of Imp class intervention here and there, but the third floor was easily cleared of any danger. The basement would be the last to be investigated, being an incredibly spacious area that replicated the purpose of the first floor albeit devoid of light and on a bigger scale. But as the two descended from the top floors, Kitt peered out a balcony for a moment to find a few silhouettes gathering around the spot where R-1 hid his original body which he immediately pointed out.

“R-1, look over there! I see someone or something surrounding your original body!”

“What? Where?”

“Over there!”

As Kitt pointed at the spot, R-1 quickly leaned out, using his advanced vision to take a better look. Kitt had indeed brought up a concerning matter as R-1 spotted several beasts trying to break the base of the watchtower he hid his body under. A metaphorical drop of sweat dripped down R-1 visor as he instantly figured out that the culprits in the distance were none other than Mimic class Lumivexes thanks to the odd sheen of what should be furry or scaly bodies.

“Kitt, quickly! Shoot them!”

“What? I can’t shoot someone! Even if they’re criminals, I can’t take someone’s life!”

“They aren’t real people! They’re Mimics! Quick before it’s too late!”

“Gah! Alright!”

Right after urging Kitt to defend his defenseless body, R-1 switched consciousness from his smaller body to his main body. But by then, it was too late, and the watchtower began to crumble. To add further complications to the matter, R-1 found his limbs tied with steel chains. He could easily break through them, but there was no time to do so; even a fraction of a second was not spared. Kitt was only able to shoot at one Mimic before his heart sank, pupils shrinking in the grave realization of his dear friend being crushed under the mighty tower.

“R-1!!!”

Kitt screamed out R-1 name across from the balcony before rushing downstairs, leaving the smaller R-1 body behind. He didn’t care if he got hurt, jumping between collapsed steps and paths until he reached the first floor. But leaving R-1’s smaller body to help the main one was the worst decision Kitt could make as R-1 was still alive when he was crushed. R-1 was immobilized, yes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t switch consciousness again. When R-1 returned to his smaller body, he found himself torn into pieces, the last thing he would see was the shiny black foot of a dragon being brought down on his head, crushed to pieces, and forced back to his original body where he remained stuck.

“You bastards! Get away from my friend!”

The heartbroken hunter had now reached the facility’s overgrown courtyard, wearily approaching the fallen watchtower and the group of Mimics standing around the rubble. Kitt was so blinded with rage that he’d forget about the incendiary grenades he had dropped which would make clearing the Mimics a lot easier. But he wouldn’t get the chance to even fire a second shot to retaliate as he was immediately restrained from the back by the same perpetrator that took out R-1’s smaller body.

“Ahhh! Nooo! Let go of me!”

Kitt struggled profusely from the powerful grasp of his assailant, but he was completely powerless and easily stripped of his weapon and protection. The rifle and storage pack were the first to go, easily crushed under the heel of the black dragon that surprised Kitt while his armor plates were next, torn off from the latex suit piece by piece. There was no stopping the destruction of his armor; in due time, Kitt’s helmet was the last thing to be removed. Once the remaining protective covering was removed, it didn’t take long for Kitt to black out from the black dragon’s radiation, falling asleep in under a minute thanks to the intense concentration of it.

“Ugh… Where am I… what happened… It’s so dark…”

A few minutes later, the nauseating radiation seemed to have subsided, allowing Kitt to wake up. The confused cat was quick to observe their surroundings which they identified as a secured room identical to the ones found on the third floor and was illuminated only by the dim moonlight. Kitt then tried to rub his eyes to see better, only to find out that his paws were now covered in latex mittens.

“Ah! My hands! Wait, my entire body!”

Along with Kitt’s useless paws, his full black latex suit now mirrored the stripes of his fur but glowed with a cyan-blue hue in contrast. Kitt felt his Synolar was still on his neck, but it was modified to have a black catbell on it. He then tried calling out to R-1 through his thoughts but no familiar voice greeted him. The last thing Kitt would notice was his bulge covered in thick latex like his paws but was imprinted with a padlock.

“M-my ass feels kinda itchy… What’s up with that…”

Kitt eventually stood up to examine the room further, but he felt an indescribable itch in his rectum. A quick pucker of his butt would give Kitt his answer and reaching his stubby paws to feel his ass would solidify it.

“This latex suit… It’s dug into my rectum and opened it indefinitely… Who would do such a thing!”

The rookie hunter’s asshole was permanently stretched for easy access and not even sitting down and squeezing their cheeks together would close it. At least there was nobody to take advantage of him yet, Kitt thought, only to be proved wrong when one of the metal doors opened with a loud grind, surprising him into stumbling.

“Gah! Wh-who are you!”

“The pet is awake… Maybe I can enjoy some quality time with the pilot after disposing of their mech.”

“No… No!!! What did you do to R-1?! You evil dragon!”

“You don’t need to know~ All you’ll need to look forward to is your new role as my army’s cum dispenser~”

“C-cum dispenser?! Y-you’re an Orchestra, aren’t you?!”

“A what now? You researchers always come up with interesting names for us… As a leader, I want to be referred to by a name, so let’s take the name of the dragon I ate. Hmm… Tofu, was it? Well, does it really matter? You’ll refer to me as master. No. Matter. What.”

“Eek! (S-so scary! I need to get out of here!)”

What stood before Kitt was the rare and cruel subclass of Fiends known as an Orchestra. All Kitt knew about it from R-1 was that it was smart and cunning which was all Kitt needed to remember to decide that he had to get out of there as soon as possible. And he tried to do just that, running for the door the moment the Orchestra, or Tofu as the name of its previous victim, took a step towards him. Unfortunately for Kitt, the door Tofu came from was rusted and could only be forced open with the strength he didn’t have, leading him to be grabbed by the tail and pulled into a tight embrace where Tofu made a gas mask with his goo and slapped it right onto Kitt’s face.

After forcing a gas mask onto Kitt’s face, Tofu threw the cat into the center of the room before snapping their fingers, causing a gas tank to materialize on Kitt’s back along with tubes that connected straight to the face covering. Kitt tried to remove the mask, but it grew tentacles and clung to his face while also extending a gooey cock that forced itself Into his mouth. Both the tentacles and Kitt’s stubby paws worked against him, allowing the gas mask and tank to connect where it began applying aphrodisiac gas with an identical cyan color to the hue of Imp class Lumivexes.

“Good kitty~ That’s it, just breathe, and let your mind sink into bliss~”

“Huff… huff… huff… (No… I shouldn’t… breathe it in…)”

The smell of the gas was identical to R-1's familiar rubbery smell but Kitt knew this wasn’t right or safe to inhale. But he had no choice and the only thing he could do was lay in wait for the aphrodisiac to take effect which it did so in mere moments. After just a few seconds of taking deep breaths with the gas mask, Kitt began to get hard and a surge of submissive thoughts flooded his mind. What was particularly worrisome was Kitt’s nulled bulge that caused his erection to be crushed by the thick latex that covered it. Kitt tried to pull on the bulge with his stubby paws, but it clung too tight to give his erection space to breathe.

As Kitt struggled in pleasant agony, Tofu approached his prey once again, this time spreading their legs by force before planting their foot right onto Kitt’s crotch, rubbing and kneading the chastity bulge. Kitt should have resisted, but the aphrodisiac gas impaired his thinking which led to him cluelessly rubbing against the foot that pressed down on his bulge, producing a lewd squeak as the two sides ground against each other. The grinding of the bulge and foot inevitably produced pleasure for the poor toy, forcing their crushed manhood to grow stiffer and stiffer until enough pleasure accumu

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